This is a song about "Contact"

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth